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Thought and words or phrases spoken differently/emphasized are in italic.

I do not own the characters connected to Kyou Kara Maou. The story is, however, mine.

This is my first story on kyo kara maoh so be gentle with me.

Warning:The story is going to be angst and a bit dark at times.

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Chapter one: my possessor, my love

The blood pledge castle's inhabitants were busy preparing for the guests who were soon to arrive. The table was set in the rose gardens. It was a pleasant afternoon: clear skies and fresh summer breeze was blowing.

The young king's quick steps came to a halt upon hearing the soft whisper. "But why…?" the blond asked; taking deep breaths, his chest was heaving, cheeks, pointy nose, neck till ears were flushed red in anger, his lips were quivering. He was looking at his king, the man he has adored ever since he laid his eyes on him. He stood a head taller than him, broad shoulders, tanned skin from long hours in sun-playing baseball.

The bright viridians never once broke contact with the dark onyx orbs. Yes, the young man before him was passionate; he knew it, fire—true to his element. The raven's lip was drawn into a thin line, he enquired out of exasperation: "You really have to know?"

The blonde was being stubborn as usual. Standing in the middle of royal bed chamber, his slender fingers were digging into the soft material of the royal-blue sofa—the king noticed how fragile he looked, he double black frowned—losing his merry appearance.

The blond looked the same as he was when they first met almost eight year ago: slim figure, pale complexion, soft blond curls, youthful- handsome visage.

To see the strong-headed, temperamental blond demon break before his eyes was causing his guilt to resurface. The blonde was looking so small-vulnerable that the double black was afraid to go near him-fearing he might further hurt him. This was how it always was between them.

"You are embarrassed of me. Stop pretending already!" he was trying his best not to show it—he was hurting but veiled it by anger.

"You know that is not it" he denied. "Why do you have to be so difficult? This is for Greta, my daughter. Don't ruin in. For once stop being selfish."

"Selfish, huh?" he snorted, a sad smile adorning his soft pink lips. "Is that your best come-back? I thought you could do better than that. You must hear a ton interesting remarks about me in the castle itself. You are the king, don't hold back."

The wide green eyes were glistening with unshed tears. He was making it worse—like always regretting it—wanting to take it back. "… You know I did not mean that wolf. I am sorry—"

The blond demon cut in, "You always say that. Do you even feel bad for me?"He gave a soft chuckle. "Do you feel anything at all-for me?!" A single tear came rolling down his cheek followed by some more. He was no longer worried about keeping his strong appearance. His petite frame slumped on the floor—sobbing—his shoulders are shaking.

The double black willed himself to further towards the sad bundle. He kneeled down beside him and tried pulling him in his arms. The slighter male protested a little but later gave in. He was stiff against double black. The king pulled back to see the mop of blond hair resting against his chest. He held the blonde's chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilted it upwards to face him. "You mean a lot to me. You know that. Stop feeling so insecure. You give me strength wolf, you cannot be weak."

"If I matter so much then why can't you include me in this? Greta…" he trailed off.

Puffy green eyes were searching the deep black ones—he was not able to find comfort and compassion—like always, there was pity. There was knocks on the door causing them both to jerk their head towards the wooden double door.

The raven cupped blonde's cheeks–turning back to him. "I have to go. We will talk about this when I come back." He gently wiped his tear stained cheeks. "I have to see if everything is done properly."

He swatted away the taller man's hand. "You will never understand me! You are coward—who cannot say it to me in the face. You are no different. Why don't you come out and say it… say it!" He gripped his black uniform's collar. "…king's whore…" A tanned-calloused hand roughly striked the blonde's flushed-left-cheek; the sound reverberated in the large room.

"Your majesty…" came the fretting voice of Gunter, one of his loyal advisors.

"Coming" He said in a firm-grim tone. He turned towards the blonde–nursing his left cheek, which was now a deeper hue of red.

He let out a loud sigh. "Stay here for now. We will talk later." The blonde neither replied nor conceded. The double black left–gently shutting the doors behind him.

'No we won't, Your majesty…' he muttered.

The blonde lifted himself up and walked towards the left side window. Sunlight was streaming in shades of yellowish orange. The flowers were in full bloom: orchids, lily, roses, jasmine, and some mixed breeds. He settled himself upon the window sill. It was castle's back side—he will not even able to see them. He has to stay hidden like a dirty secret.

He was expecting too much from him again.

It was eight years ago he first met the noob king. Life before him was easier. If he was given a chance will he choose otherwise? He might have had he not been hopelessly in love with the noob in has king. Sara had never made him feel as filthy as he does now. Sara treated him like his family. It is not even the demon king's fault. They were both out of options.

The first time he met Greta, he felt irritated—jealous even. She had something he did not: family, respect; somewhere to belong. The king appointed him as the girl's tutor. The girl was curious, intelligent, kind and silly–like her adoptive father. He enjoyed spending time with her. Going on picnics with her and her father—finding his place in the picture, being Greta's papa wolf. He was naive. It was times like these that he was shown his place.

He kept forgetting he was nothing more than a present given to the king on his sixteenth birthday. A meager slave—now a concubinus albeit unwanted.

oOoOo

Eight year ago…

The castle was being decorated; rooms were being prepared for the nobles, king their family and companions which were to arrive on demon king's sixteenth birthday—three weeks from now. The menus were being decided. Music and performances were finalized.

The king who was reason for the celebration was the least bothered.

He was playing baseball with his daughter Greta and godfather Conrart.

He threw the ball towards his daughter; girl caught the ball thrown at her with ease. "Yuuri, we have to go buy my dress for your birthday."

She threw the ball at Conrart. "His majesty seems less enthusiastic about all this it seems."

The double black glares at the brown haired man. "It is YUURI, Conrad, and Greta don't worry; we have still have plenty of time." The girl pouted which made her father chuckle. "We will go after lunch." And the pout soon morphed into a wide smile. " I don't see why it is such a big deal. It is just my birthday."

A short-bold man was approaching them. "Ah. Dakaskos, is something the matter?" asked Conrart removing his gloves.

"Your majesty, your Excellency" the man bowed in respect. Yuuri insisted to stop being too formal. The man raised his head and continued. "King Saralegui has arrived. He requests his majesty's presence."

"Oh! Sara. Let us go, meet him." Yuuri said with a smile plastered on his face. The others agreed.

They were intercepted by Gunter near the stairs by the entrance. He was looking worried. Your majesty king Saralegui is waiting for you in his room. I suggest you see him now and Greta hime should go with Lady Annissana for her lessons." There was something wrong the way Gunter suggested it and knowing the human king Yuuri did not protest and allowed the red haired woman to lead his daughter away.

"Gunter is everything okay?" He king asked cautiously.

"It will be best if we keep this between us, your majesty, at least until you make a decision." He was looking ahead while talking and this was making Yuuri more nervous. "it appears king Saralegui has got you a very interesting present."

"Really!" He was exited but then he realized it might not be worth it. "Wait it is something like a weapon or endangered species." He looked at Conrart and he was giving him his usual warm smile but for it did not help much to ease his tension.

Gunter was going to explain further but stopped on seeing the blonde human king. "Oi! Yuuri."

Yuuri went to him and gave him a friendly hug. "Sara. How have you been?"

"Great! And you look fine yourself. Where is the princess?"

"She is studying. She will come-by later."

There was silence and Yuuri was awkwardly scratching his cheek while looking at everyone's faces. Something was off.

"Yuuri, you might be aware of my present." The smile was mischievous. He cocked his head cutely at Yuuri.

"Ano… I … I don't…" the double black demon king was bewildered.

The slim blonde giggled. "Yuuri, you are fun to be with." The double black gave him a goofy smile in return while curiously looking around for any sign of his present. At this point he did not even care if it was a zomosagoly dragon.

"Yuuri what I want to give you is special to me. I know you will take good care of my present."

"It is a pet." The black haired boy wondered.

"Somewhat… " The playful smile on the feminine king's face said otherwise. He then became solemn. He sighed and carefully picked his next words being watchful of the king's reaction. "I don't have many friends Yuuri, because well I am not very trusting. There is one person in this world whom I really care about;he is like my friend–my brother." Yuuri, Conrart who was standing close to Yuuri and Gunter were listening to him intently.

"You see he was the heir to a rich noble in my kingdom. His father was very loyal to me, Lord Jakobe Bechert. He is a full blooded demon and since the region was close to the demon territory they were able to live there peacefully while being able to use their magic. But one day their mansion was destroyed in fire and though we knew it was Bechert's brother we had no way to prove it. I had sources that told me that Bechert's son was not killed in the 'incident' and soon I was able to track him down. His uncle sold him as a slave." Yuuri gasped and was feeling livid. He wanted to do something about it. The boy had to go through so much.

"I was able to buy him–before he got to wrong hands. He is very dear to me. He is well versed in art of sword fighting and hand to hand combat. He has received proper education from the finest teachers in my province." Sara knew he could not stall anymore as everyone seems to have an idea what he is going to present to the demon king except the demon king of course. The man before him was oblivious and naive yet trustworthy. "He has a very pleasing appearance and that is becoming a problem. The aristocrats and some kings are pressuring to buy him off me by paying the sum I paid to the slave trader. They see him as an object and I have to take an action soon." He sighed and put his hand gently on the demon king's shoulder. The dark haired king gulped. "I want you to take him as your concubinus—a male concubine. If he will be in your care—"

The king laughed awkwardly. "It is a joke, right?" The face he was met with was not showing any such signs. "I cannot. I—"

The half-Shinzoku king interjected. "He is very beautiful." The other boy protested but the blonde king dismissed. "If he stays there any longer he will be soon forced into slavery, Yuuri. The only way I can take him out of this is by your help. I trust you. Please." He pleaded.

"I will buy him then." Yuuri offered.

Gunter said it will be taken negatively by the other nations and the house of ten nobles. Yuuri has made many changes and abolished many rigid old customs and so he should thread carefully as his every action will be scrutinized by his subjects and the other nations. If he accepts this 'gift' it will only be seen as a way to strengthen their ties to the half-Shinzoku king but if he buys the boy as a slave it might be troublesome for the king.

"Yuuri, Lord Christ is right. Besides, even if you buy him off he will still be looked down upon by others and he will be vulnerable. He has nowhere to go. If you accept then I will be assured that he will be safe." Then without a single word he guided the young king to his assigned room. He opened the door and gestured towards the bed.

It was like dream to Yuuri. The person lying there was insanely gorgeous. Sara said he was beautiful but this was unreal. A boy? He is so pretty beyond words. No girl can compare to him. Watching him sleep—he could do it for hours without complaining. But he cannot, not to a boy. "Why is he asleep?" He asked eyes still on the young blond.

"He gets sea sick so I gave him some medicines to make him feel better. He will wake up soon. I will leave you with him for now. I have some work around here."

He left the demon king who was gaping like a fish. He was never put on spot like this. His advisors are standing by the door he noted.

The blonde stirred and stretched like a cat. He slowly opened his tired-green-emerald eyes. They were so deep and clear that the king was finding it hard to breathe. He was rubbing his sleepy eyes with the heel of his hand. The boy was… an angel. The blonde angel was now looking at the double black apprehensively.

"W-where am I? Where is King Sara? Who are you?" He looked through glazed eyes at the raven.

The demon king cleared his throat and was thinking of what to tell the boy. "I am…umm..."

The boy soon relaxed and gave a small smile. He got off the bed and bowed in respect. "Your majesty, the demon king. I am sorry I should have known. I am a bit dizzy due to the medicine I took for my sea sickness."

"It is quite alright. You don't have to apologize.I am the demon king, but call me Yuuri." He blonde raised his head to look at the young king before him having a bemused expression on his pale face. The king was now under the gaze of those stunning emerald eyes that shone more brightly than any jewel that he has ever seen before.

Silence.

He wanted to run away–use the nearest water body to travel back to earth. This is scary. I had never had a girlfriend and now I am getting a concubine. No, scratch that, a c-con-cubi-nus. That's the male version of that! The double black sighs.

The blonde fidgeted with the end button of his grey-tunic—tucked in a navy-blue-slim-fitted pants. Then spoke after coughing to get the other boy's attention. "Umm… King Sara told me about you. I hope you will accept me." He said meekly.

The hell? This is not happening. No! No! NO! "You… I mean, we..." Shit! He cursed inwardly. How can I explain this? The young blond was looking at him with his big green eyes, framed by long-thick-dark-blonde eyelashes. "I don't like boys like that you know." He blurted out.

The blonde blinked at that—Once-twice—then burst pearls of boyish laughter. The king is really a rookie–the mighty demon king. He chuckled inwardly. "If that is the case than just accept me as a servant, my king. King Sara told me this is the only place I have; I am a demon, and this is my home land."

"I have to objection to that but Sara says that the only way that can happen is by taking you as a concubi-nus…" He trailed off, that word—concubinus—made him feel weird.

"You do not have to be intimate with me but still keep me with you. I will accept that as well." He said sincerely. King Sara was right; he has reservations, but he is a good man. He will treat me kindly.

But it is not fair to you! The demon king protested in his mind.But you have no place to go. He concluded. "If that is the case then…I-I accept." He was given the most breath taking smile by the young blonde, and he felt it was very contagious as well—as the demon king found himself smiling back at the boy good naturedly.

oOoOo

The blonde sighed. He wiped out the remaining tears on his pale face. He moved from the window and started walking languidly towards the door.

I hope you find love Greta. I hope he is the right man for you. I can just watch from a distance.

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end chapter note: Wolf is not related to lady Cheri or her sons or anyone else in demon kingdom. He is the son of a lessor noble in the human lands but has a demon lineage.

All you need to know about zomosagoly dragon: a fictional creature mentioned in manga. Mews like a cat and finds human delectable.

Yuuri here will be more mature. He is 23 and wolf is 90 in demon years ie is 17-18 year old had he been a human. Wolf will be a little submissive at times, given his background but he is still on Yuiuri case when needed and he can still get Yuuri get on his knees (no pun intended).

Please leave your reviews to let me know if you like it or not. The more reviews the greater the chances of this lazy author to update. Hehe~

P.s.- hime means princess.

Yuuri mispronounces Conrart's name as Conrad. That is why I have different spelling for his name in Yuuri's speech.

King Sara for purpose of the story ages like any other full blooded-demon. He is Half Shinzoku in fic as well, but his father is demon (not human) and mother Shinzoku. His demon blood is more dominant so his age is 120 but looks barely 22-23 year old.

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Thanks for reading!

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Sayōnara!